This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1919 Excerpt: ...he retorts. Lying at the bottom of the boyau, wallowed in his own blood, the Mulhouse is dead. "Felize," I address my friend suddenly, "you know that Parisot was killed in Arras?" "Oui, copain. My sister wrote they received the license de chien.% She will take vows in October and commence a novitiate." Canteen. fWine. ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1919 Excerpt: ...he retorts. Lying at the bottom of the boyau, wallowed in his own blood, the Mulhouse is dead. "Felize," I address my friend suddenly, "you know that Parisot was killed in Arras?" "Oui, copain. My sister wrote they received the license de chien.% She will take vows in October and commence a novitiate." Canteen. fWine. jDog-license: the name given by the French soldiers to the tin tag worn about the wrist and throat, numbered and removed at death. "Ah." "Yes, and his mother is dead of grief in Epinal." "What--of grief? Then I am sorry 1 sent the news." "Not at all. It was the only thing to do. Besides, all mothers are like that--they die sooner or later of grief." "It is terrible!" "Out." At day-dawn of the 9th of September we depart from the Borne Seize. We are advancing to Somme Bionne. The village is quartered full, so we lodge in a small pine forest. These forests are the sweetest-smelling things in all France. They stream with sunlight and twitter with birdcadenzas. Our tents are the roosting-places for thousands of visitors, all begging la croute Two kilometres off is Valmy--historic Valmy of ninety-two, where France's Sons crushed the Prussians and survived their own early republic under Kellermann. His heart lies buried here. Under the stones of the giant plateau, crested with the statue of a colossus in bronze, lies the organ of a million throbs and that one battle the greatest of them all! A little tailor is mending the sows-lieutenant's coat. He is a poilu like us all, but of a calibre equally deft with the needle or the fusil.f He hums beneath a tree, with his back against the trunk and his knees propped up, holding the piece of work--taking stitch after sti...
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